A man walks into a pub and says to the
barman, "Line me up ten whiskies."
So the barman lines them up and the
man gulips them down one after another.
"Christ," says the landlord. "What are you
celebrating?"
"My first blow job," replies the man.
"No s#it!" says the landlord. "Have another
one on the house."
"No thanks," says the man. "If ten
whiskies doesn't get rid of the taste, another
one won't make any difference."